My Friends are Leaving Cina

I love it when my friends leave China, or I have bittersweet feelings thereof. I envy their good fortune, but am sad for my loss. A good Aussie friend of mine just took off and I went to the airport with him. He was all smiles, I was too, after all, I had a Dark Cherry Mocha from Starbucks. But as that long sleek plane entered the Chinese gunk they call the air, I kind of felt like you did when you were a kid and maybe you did something wrong and stood by the door peering out as your family all loaded into the big Ford Fair lane to go and do something fun, while you were made to stay home and clean the bathroom…yeah it feels just like that